Sanguinar of the Illidari
Alar'ion Sanguinar was a priest in the service of the Silver Hand before the Fall of Quel'Thalas. He served the knights faithfully and happily, the Light filling him with a constant inner peace, a sense of right and wrong, a sense of purpose. Then fell Uther the Lightbringer, his inspiration, and the Sunwell just after. Devastated and disillusioned with the Church of the Light, he and his older brother abandoned the failed paladins and joined Kael'thas on the front lines against the Scourge.
They fought furiously, with a hatred they had never felt before, a rage that galvanised every movement. Yet it was not enough. The undead did not scream, they did not beg for mercy. They did not appreciate the pain or the full clarity of vengeance. Then came the day the blood elves were placed in prison, locked away in the darkness below Dalaran for their "treachery." Alar'ion watched his brother go mad slowly, as the humans he once counted among his friends tossed him into the darkened chamber with such disgust, one would think they were the undead themselves.
Then came the naga, their salvation. They led them away from the hateful humans, away from the allies who now hunted them, and brought them before the great demon hunter, a creature of such power he made even Kael shudder. Alar'ion and his brother swore themselves over to Illidan, to the banner of the Illidari, and began their service.
Alar'ion's brother was appointed a Lord in the service of Kael at the newly acquired Tempest Keep, while Alar'ion himself went to serve beside a demon hunter apprentice under Illidan. His name was Varedis. When the naaru known as M'uru was captured, Alar'ion eagerly learned the art of siphoning its power, and, alonside his brother, the Blood Hammer, took up the sword of a blood knight.
Alar'ion and Varedis were good friends, sparing constantly, pitting the stolen Light against the stolen Shadow. They were evenly matched, until the day Alar'ion was assigned to assist one of Kael's magisters, Voren'thal, in attacking Shattrath City. He eagerly wore the tabard of an Illidari and marched in the front lines, eager to fight for the glory of Lord Illidan and Quel'Thalas. But, as Voren'thal approached the city, he lay down his staff, and, as Alar'ion watched, shocked, the other elves around him did. They were surrendering. With a roar of rage at this treachery, he hurled himself at the flimsy mage, only to be blasted unconscious by one of the elves' spells.
He awoke in the Blood Knight Headquarters of Silvermoon many months later, under the care of Lady Liadrin herself. She told him of Kael's treachery and of Illidan's madness, and, after many long hours of evidence and arguing, Sanguinar emerged from the Headquarters, determined to bring Illidan and his rogue Prince to justice for their crimes against the blood elves. He left forOutland with resolve in his heart and a sword in his hand.
The Shattered Sun Offensive was already underway as Alar'ion moved, along with the Scryers, against Illidan and his demonic armies. Although he fought fervently and with great prowess, the blood knight was held back by a sense of guilt, of betrayal. He had spent many long months in Illidan's service, and now fought against those who were once his comrades. As he pushed towards the Black Temple, he heard a chilling laugh behind him, a cruel, all too familiar laugh. Varedis stepped out from the shadows, twin war-glaives clenched in his tattooed hands and his blind, demon hunter's eyes glaring at his once brother-in-arms.
"Behold, the wayward son returns," laughed the blood elf, the runes etched across his bare chest glowing threateningly. "It had been too long, Alar'ion. Have you come here to rejoin our ranks? Or perhaps just to die?"
"I don't want to fight you, Varedis," said Alar'ion not backing down, but lowering his sword, "Illidan is insane. He strikes out against all, the naaru, the Scryers, the Horde. Everyone! He is a rogue, and a mad rogue at that. Come to the right side, the winning side! For Quel'Thalas!"
The demon hunter sneered, "I fight for Quel'Thalas, you fight for the creatures you once enslaved, these naaru. I will show you how we Illidari deal with traitors, defend yourself!"
He lunged at the blood knight, fighting with an intensity Alar'ion had never seen before, and, for a moment, they were sparring against, like they did so many months ago. Light and fel energy set the very air aflame and forced the soldiers, Illidari and Shat'ar alike, away from the dueling pair. The battle lasted at least an hour, fueled by rage and fear. At last, Varedis missed a parry and Alar'ion's blade claimed his hand. With a cry, the demon hunter fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding arm.
"Finish me!" he screamed at the blood knight, "Destroy me, my friend!"
It was then Alar'ion realised he could not finish it. He lowered his sword and walked away from Varedis, unwilling and unwanting to end his friend's life. Varedis screamed after him, cursing him in Thalassian. Then was the sound of a sword singing, and the sound of rending flesh. Varedis was dead.
Alar'ion walked away from the assault as the Doomwalker fell and the forces of the Aldor and Scryers stormed the Black Temple. Voren'thal the Seer, as he was now called, halted him before he left, saying,
"Why do you leave the battle you have won for us, blood knight?"
Alar'ion answered, his voice hollow, "I cannot destroy those I once called my friends. I am Alar'ion Sanguinar of the Illidari, and, though I no longer serve them, I will forever be once of them.
It is said that after that day at the Black Temple, Alar'ion left Shadowmoon to strike at Tempest Keep, and later, still wearing the tabard of an Illidari, bringing the fight to Northrend, to the one who was truly responsible for the suffering of the blood elves. It was time for the power of the Illidari to meet the might of the Scourge.
Sanguinar is currently believed to be somewhere in the area of Icecrown, striking at the forces of the Lich King with the ferocity of an Illidari. He works closely with the forces of the Knights of the Ebon Blade and the Argent Crusade, although most of the time he works alone. On rare respites from battle, Sanguinar can be found in Dalaran or Orgrimmar, studying, teaching, sparring and (often) arguing with his peers.
Sanguinar has a great love of power, a love surpassed only by his loyalty to his people. He is extremely arrogant and looks down on many other classes of soldiers, particularly druids, who he believes to be "soft." On the other hand, he possesses a tremendous respect for magi and warlocks, as well as his fellow blood knights. Being a defector from the Illidari, he possesses a great knowledge of the fel and arcane, and experiments by mixing Light and arcane magic in combat. His knowledge of demons is so deep he is often found in The Sanctum conversing with warlocks.
Although sympathetic to the Illidari, Sanguinar has a deep hatred for the Burning Legion and its servitors, with the exception of Kael'thas Sunstrider. He chooses to "remember the Prince [Kael] as he once was, rather than what he has become." He hates and respects felblood elves, respecting their power over the fel and hating the method through which they gain it. Sanguinar believes power is something to be taken, not "earned."
He posseses a deep respect for orcs, realising their great physical and inner strength, as well as their code of honour. He also appreciates the Darkspear trolls, for their cunning and shadowy culture. Unlike many blood elves, he despises the Forsaken; although he admires the tenacity of Sylvanas Windrunner, he cannot trust a society at least partially controlled by a demon once (and possibly still) of the Legion. Sanguinar admires the strength of tauren but has little faith in nature or the elements.
When it comes to the Alliance, Sanguinar is totally and completely at odds with them. As an Illidari, he warred constantly against both draenei and the Broken and Lost Ones. His hatred of humanity is made all the more complete by his memories of Garithos. He has little experience with dwarves and gnomes, but harbours a policy of "the friend of my enemy is my enemy." His loathing of druidism and the "natural" forces contribute greatly towards his disdain of the night elves, not to mention the time he spent in Illidan's tutelage and his own Highborne ancestry, which Sanguinar cherishes and honours.
"Traitor wizard, die in the name of Lord Illidan!" (while lunging at Voren'thal, just before being blasted unconscious)
"We have been misguided by rogue demon hunters and power-crazed wizards. Once again, its up to the knights..." (after defecting to the Horde)
"Ha! 'Paladin'? We are no paladins. We do not cower behind our librams and creeds. We are the Blood Knights, and we will walk where 'paladins' dare not. Anara'lah Belore!"
At the end of the battle in Tempest Keep:
- Kael'thas: For... Quel...Thalas!
- (Kael'thas falls, Sanguinar approaches and closes the elf's eyes)
- Sanguinar: I...am sorry... my prince...
- (Sanguinar sings softly to himself, his head bowed, kneeling at the fallen Prince's side)
- Sanguinar: Shorel'aran.
- Baron Rivendare: None shall pass!
- (Sanguinar laughs, the death knight pauses, confused)
- Sanguinar: Clearly you've never met a blood knight...
Captain of the Crimson Sigil
Val'zareq the Conqueror